Era Media had never anticipated that Ying Zijin would apologize in front of such a large crowd.
As the president of Era Media, Claire was acutely aware of what capitalists were like.
Lofty and superior.
That’s why she believed that Chuguang Media would suppress the public with its capital.
That was a miscalculation.
"This matter has nothing to do with today’s press conference," said the female secretary with a cold laugh. "May I ask on what grounds are you questioning our Executive Director?"
The foreign journalist was at a loss for words, fuming with frustration.
Ying Zijin glanced at the foreign journalist, her voice cool, "As for the remaining issues, Chuguang Media will follow up comprehensively, but—"
"Those who want to take this opportunity to drag Chuguang Media down, bully Heyue, and incite the fans, I will definitely not let them off either."
The press conference ended there.
Ying Zijin returned to her office where Director Lu was directing the other executives to prepare for their tasks.
He couldn’t help complaining, "President, aren’t these fans a bit too excited? Whether it’s a man or a woman doesn’t really make much of a difference."
Ying Zijin looked at him, "Don’t you chase stars?"
Director Lu was clueless, "No, I don’t."
With company affairs keeping him busy all day long, and many celebrities right under his nose, he had no time to chase stars.
"Hmm, neither do I," said Ying Zijin, picking up a cup. "So I can’t empathize with their feelings."
"They are all victims, there’s no need for blame."
Ying Zijin took a sip of water and walked out.
Director Lu scratched his head, still unable to understand.
"Think of it like you had a crush on a girl, you pursued her, spent money on gifts, invested a lot of time and emotion, and she also presented herself as a girl," the female secretary whispered. "And then one day, suddenly, she turns out to be a guy."
Director Lu: "..."
He really wouldn’t be able to accept that immediately; it would require some time to adjust.
**
Yun Heyue had finished recording her song by the next day.
Knowing what happened, she was more composed than anyone else could have imagined.
In her year in the entertainment industry, even with Chuguang Media’s protection, she had seen her fair share of unsavory practices.
"Sister, I’m planning to meet my fans," Yun Heyue said. "Yes, those I can meet, I’ll meet each one of them and apologize."
Ying Zijin paused, "Wait a moment."
She made a phone call to Yu Xuesheng.
She didn’t know the current state of Yun Heyue’s mental health.
Yu Xuesheng quickly answered the call and, after learning of the situation, sighed, "I’m sorry, Miss Ying, I hadn’t considered this point either. It’s truly my fault."
He had never looked into the entertainment industry and had simply registered Yun Heyue for the talent show when he saw it.
"But Heyue entering the entertainment industry has indeed helped her recover a lot. She’s healthy now, nothing to worry about."
Ying Zijin nodded, holding the phone, "Let’s go."
The first fan they visited was @Dancing on the Grave, a superfan who had followed Yun Heyue all the way from Youth 202 and had spent millions of dollars to support her.
The girl thought it was another reporter and opened the door irritably, but froze on the spot when she saw who it was.
Yun Heyue had held a concert, which she had attended, sitting in the front row.
But she had never met her this up close.
The youth’s dimples were shallow, his eyes clear and captivating.
"I’m sorry." Yun Heyue took the initiative to lift her hands and hug the girl. "I care about you all, I never intended to fool you."
After a moment’s stupor, the girl’s tears suddenly began to fall.
Yun Heyue looked somewhat helpless.
"Sob sob sob, you don’t have breasts," the girl cried even harder. "Why don’t you have breasts? I like busty beauties. My favorite is Qin Lingyu, she’s busty."
The crying became louder, "Brother Yun, so you weren’t just wrapping, it’s because you’re only an A..."
Yun Heyue: "..."
Ying Zijin: "..."
She wasn’t sure whether to sympathize with Yun Heyue or her fan.
"Forget it." The girl wiped away her tears. "Who made you a good singer and dancer."
The most important thing was to respect the fans.
Not like Huayin, who only treated fans as tools.
After calming down for so long, and it being the person she liked, gender indeed wasn’t so important.
"CEO Ying, I apologize to you." The girl bowed deeply to the young girl, her eyes reddening again. "I was too impulsive, I shouldn’t have said you were misbehaving, and I shouldn’t have escalated it to your academia, I’m sorry."
"Regarding the matter with Heyue, you were right," Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow. "If I got angry at every harsh word spoken in a moment of emotional distress, I probably wouldn’t have survived until now."
She walked out, leaving the room to Yun Heyue and the girl.
Her phone began to ring at that moment.
Since she was thinking of Yun Heyue’s situation, Ying Zijin didn’t realize it was a video call and tapped to answer without looking.
By the time she noticed, it was too late.
The visage of the young man shone like gold on the screen, his ice blue eyes like the sea, deep and passionate.
His face was handsome, reminiscent of Apollo, the Sun God.
Xize Laurent was the dream lover of all young girls in that era, the beloved of Jade Ice Cui.
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